Canadian artist, educator, Elizabeth Cunningham, wrote this for her granddaughter: Wishes for Avalea on her First Birthday Dear Avalea, As you slowly but surely come to standing, even step out a little into the world, may you find balance in the place called here. You need not always be looking back or wondering what is next. Stand still...
Angela, a 60 years old Brazilian psychoanalyst, wrote after reading some parts of this blog: The question I ask myself is if I am still a seeker, but it seems that I am talking about something that I do not feel so attached to anymore; it feels like a distant past of which I have rational memory but not physical nor sensitive. With this I think that being a seeker can be cured and that you only remember having been one when you go through existential crisis but you recover quicker.
For Susana with love (and fear) Rio de Janeiro, Brazil September 1976 From what I know, Little or much, Of love I offer you -you asked me to- Three keys to think about Three challenges, Three enigmas to face: First, calling: Do I wish or not? (DO I WANT OR NOT) What do I wish to want? (WHAT DO I WANT TO WISH) Do I wish to want? (DO I WANT TO WISH)
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Ana is still thinking… I feel amnesia of the past. I feel calm knowing that it is a basic condition for adaptation. There is one thing in which I have succeeded and that is adaptation, with changes. I would recreate myself right away, without giving much thought to what I had left behind, with sadness but not with nostalgia.
Jeronimo, a filmmaker and technology entrepreneur, wrote this: “Everything you’ve learned in school as ‘obvious’ becomes less and less obvious as you begin to study the universe. For example, there are no solids in the universe. There is not even a suggestion of a solid. There are no absolute continuums. There are no surfaces. There are no straight lines.” –R. Buckminster Fuller
Ivana, wanderer, generalist, but above all teacher, wrote this testimonial: I am a cancer, I am told again and again I am built for roots, motherhood, home but I do not seem to fit in that description, yet I feel deep in my guts I am that way. I am like a plant with floating roots, a turtle with a mobile house on its back.
Paula Jaya, dancer, body therapist, seeker, finder, wrote this: But. I need to tell you desperately who I am and how am I doing. Because telling you might help me feel I exist, as a specific being, in a specific and meaningful situation and not as the entanglement of contradictory feelings, narratives and points of view I feel right now. I feel quite lonely and lost within myself.
The year 1968 was a time of great change especially for youth. In the prelude to that period, a year before, I met someone who for some time I considered the love of my life. I was only 17 years old and that man who was almost twice my age was my mentor,...
Deborah born in Brazil wrote: I think childhood was the most difficult time of my life. I felt like I had been deposited into this strange world and had to learn how these aliens lived. Truly. I was always waiting for the spaceship to land and say: experience over. You can come home now.
Marcela from Buenos Aires wrote: For as long as I can remember I have always carried with me the certainty, as if impregnated and before any experience, of not fitting in. I carry it like a second skin; a way to take on how I am that always marks my experiences without me even knowing how much.
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